Tag: Writing

Painting, seems to appeal to limited group of people. Perhaps it's the thought of having to be perfect that hesitates one from painting. Perhaps it's the judgemental world that one is afraid of. Perhaps it's the criticisms one is fearful of. Perhaps being associated to painting are considered quirky, introvert or unfriendly because one is... Continue Reading →

I woke up this morning, crawled my left hand to the left side of the bed, to feel if he's there. "Not there. Isn't it Sunday yet?" I must be dreaming. As usual, he's up earlier than me. I got up, put on my bedroom slippers and pair of glasses, switched off the standing fan,... Continue Reading →

Everyone loves talking. More so when it comes to talking about their lives or themselves. The opportunity to communicate in terms of thoughts and feelings are pivotal. Not denying that it is possibly one of the few ways an individual could signal the identity he or she wants to share with people around them. It... Continue Reading →

Hustle, bustle... if they come without passion, what am I aiming for? Constantly thinking, constantly trying to find the meaning to life. I can't help but emphasise how important it is to keep focused and reminded on our goals. If they ain't clear, then clear them. If they are easily forgotten, then maybe the goals... Continue Reading →

First day of fame, it feels amazing. People love me. People adore me. People want a piece of me. Because I am being the perfect me. I didn't want it to stop. Fame is addictive and it's a lot of hard work. It can only grow more, not less. As long as I portray what... Continue Reading →

Life is crafted when she was born Follow the flow is what she's taught For many years she never question the wrongs All that she knows is to do the norms Society is surprising, oh yes she knows Because people are different with unique goal The norms that others do is not what she... Continue Reading →

I lived in a complicated work environment. Much noises I heard; those that were detrimental to emotions superseded the good ones. They spoke in their own language, language that I couldn't comprehend. Occasionally, they spoke in language that I could understand, intentionally to put harsh comments through. I could hear them, but I chose to... Continue Reading →

She left her favourite brand just last week, for a change in work environment. Not because her passion is gone, but to pursue what she hasn't tried. She served three years and the half with full of passion. She thought it's time for a new change; never she thought she has got it wrong. With... Continue Reading →

Up in the mountain she aims to climb, with hope she dreams to reach the sky. It seems so near but yet so far, where to begin is a question mark. A little steps to start is what it takes, the patience is absent to think of courage. Think of giving up to find an... Continue Reading →